#Chapter33
Fugitives
Ian's POV
Push.
Shit.
Push.
Come on, wake up you fool.
Push.
I pushed hard on Ted's stomach one more time and he squirted water, coughing loudly afterwards. We were both soaked. Our clothes had latched onto our body like a second skin.
I raked my hair, sending the curls backwards. Ted overturned, coughing sharply,his hands on the pebbles. His teeth clashed together rapidly and he crossed his arms, shivering. Well, good thing I was a devil. I could warm myself up anytime. Removing my jacket, I wrapped it around his body and earned a shocking look from Ted.
/"Stay here, don't move./" I got up from the stony shore and surveyed the area.
